For in death there is no remembrance of you: in the grave who shall give you thanks?
The dead praise not the LORD, neither any that go down into silence.
Then called I upon the name of the LORD; O LORD, I beseech you, deliver my soul.
I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the LORD.
What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? shall it declare your truth?
Return, O LORD, how long? and may you have compassion concerning your servants.
Whatsoever your hand finds to do, do it with your might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, where you go.
I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night comes, when no man can work.